She jerks like I electrocuted her, every muscle tensing under my grip before she falls apart again, back arching, mouth open, and that filthy sound I fucking love tearing out of her throat.
“You’ll come again,” I growl, voice shredded and low, dragging the words across her skin like teeth. “And again. Until you forget your own fucking name.”
Her legs tremble, her heels scraping against thesheets, trying to find ground where there is none. Her fingers twitch in the restraints, the leather creaking with every failed attempt to escape what’s already happening. She’s right there, trembling, barely holding it together while her body betrays her in the most beautiful fucking way.
I curl my fingers deeper, slow and steady, watching her lose the last bit of control. Sweat’s already trickling down her temple, her thighs jerking, chest rising in frantic, ragged pulls. Her jaw locks like she can hold back the fall just by clenching her teeth, but her body’s already gone.
She breaks.
She screams, legs kicking out, a choked sob clawing from her throat as the orgasm hits, but I don’t let her go.
I drop lower, burying my face between her thighs again, tongue licking through the mess I made of her. Her cunt is drenched, soaked and swollen, and I take my time, slow drags of my tongue over her clit, cruel and precise.
“Please—I can’t—” she gasps, her voice wrecked and shaking.
I laugh into her, deep and dark and full of heat. “You can. You fucking will.”
She thrashes, twisting beneath me, her hips desperate to get away, but I don’t let her. I grip harder, fingersdigging into the soft curve of her thighs, holding her in place while I taste every broken moan.
She’s everywhere: on my mouth, my hands, my skin. Her scent’s in my lungs, under my nails. Sweet and warm and fuckingmine.
I reach for the knife.
Her breathing stutters. Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating until they swallow the color.
“Be very fucking still, hellcat.” The words scrape out of me like a snarl, my voice cracked and raw from restraint.
I turn the blade in my hand, pressing the hilt to her soaked entrance, cold steel meeting fevered heat. Her breath catches. The blade’s edge bites into my palm, but I don’t give a fuck. Iwantto bleed for her.
The burn of the cut in my hand, the way her cunt clamps down on the handle, fuck, it nearly tears the control right out of me.
Her mouth parts. “You’re… bleeding.”
My tongue slides over her clit. “Every drop is for you, hellcat. Keep watching. I’ll give you more.”
I hold my hand up so she can see it, blood dripping, slow and heavy, mixing with the slick still shining on my skin.
Her pupils blow even wider; the air between us feels strangled, heavy enough to choke on.
“Lick it,” she says.
My beautiful, unhinged little goddess.
I drag two fingers through her folds, gathering everything she’s given me, mixing it with the blood, then lift it to my mouth and lick it clean. The taste is obscene, dangerous, perfect. Her moan vibrates through my chest.
She starts to grind against the hilt, and I grab her waist with my bleeding hand, leaving a red print on her skin.
“Don’t move,” I warn. “Unless you want your insides sliced.”
The blade slips in my grip, slick with more of my blood. Another cut opens across my palm, but I keep going.
She rocks her hips in slow defiance. My tongue finds her again, licking her as I thrust the handle deeper, the steel glinting in the dim light as her body clenches around it. Her moans are growing rough, ripping through her throat. When she bites her lip hard enough to draw her own blood, I growl.
Her whole body seizes.
I slam the hilt forward harder, reckless now, her blood-stained cunt wrapped around cold steel. When she screams, it’s the kind of sound that tears something open inside me.
She collapses into the mattress, trembling, her skin red, her thighs shining with blood and cum. Every breath she drags in shudders out again.
